Things I want to hold onto

Sarah's pat's when she cuddles up to us. The special opened mouth kiss that every baby gives. The sounds of my girls giggling as Sarah makes them laugh. Sarah's feet kicking wildly as her sisters run by. the word Mama, The way Sarah points at something or us and doesn't say anything but spits a little, the phrase, "mom I want to spend time with you." Reading at bedtime, Singing in the car at the top of my lungs with three little lady's who think I am the funniest, bestest, most fun mom ever, at least at the moment, a nice clean NAKED baby who wriggles ups so close as you take her out of the bath, Patty cake, mouse trap, connect four, peek a boo, the smell of baby lotion, the big fits of laughter only little girls can seem to muster as they play together, waking up to a baby touching my face, swimming with three little girls who obviously should live in water, matching Sunday outfits, tender little hugs from three tender little girls.

"These are the times to remember, these are the days to hold onto."